In no way am I a legal holder for the rights to MLP, nor do I claim to be a legal holder of said rights, lawyers have been warned
March 17 2012
It's been six weeks now since it happened, being turned into a cartoon-colored flying horse, and being shipped off to a military base in the middle of nowhere for 'study'. in truth though, there has been less studying me, and debriefing me on 'a mission of world importance', since with me looking like something off a kids show, I'm the only one who can do it. According to the general, the worlds stocks of oil are running out far faster than anticipated, so much so that the powers that be have deemed it necessary to look in to sci-fi for help. this is where I come in: An energy discharge from a trial run of the portal, or stargate as the scientists love to call it, mannaged to hit me out of everyone thus granting me the form of the inhabitants of the only world they have been able to connect with, so in the sake of peace I am to be trained up as a soldier and sent into the world known as equestria as an envoy to the human race, and set up trade agreements for needed resources.
March 20 2012
To say the least I am thankful now for having wings, they have gotten me out of getting a buzz-cut, I happen to be getting somewhat attached to my mane, even if it is a nightmare to comb. In spite of my disregard for the greatest in military fashion, I have been paired up with my weapons and my instructor, Heinrich is without a doubt one of the best sharpshooters the BA has to offer, though he is also undeniably German. my weapon is based off of the SCAR-H, modified to use a lover caliber rifle bullet, at the cost of it's full auto capabilitys, and made slighty smaller and more light weight for me to be able to fly with it, and my sidearm is and MP7a1, given that this is a project all nations are contributing to I'm not surprise to see foreign hardware. It'll be around June before I'm finally departing though the gate, I'd be worried but with my training regime I'm too tired to be.
5AM: wake up, SSS, breakfast, I don't have boots to Shine so I just Shit and Shower
6-9AM: morning PT drills with some of the base personnel
9-10AM: morning parade drills, three days and I hate them already; Heinrich says its a new record
10AM-1PM: weapons training
1-1.30PM: lunch break
1.30-2PM: assault course
2-5PM: evening PT drills
5-6PM: evening Parade drills
6-7PM: dinner
7-10PM: free time
10PM-12AM: night ops
12-5AM: retreat to a cloud for sleep
I was actually surprised by my ability to walk on clouds, it's saved me from a surprise haircut and a new recruits attempts to threaten me.
April 15 2012
I just recently got back from 'alternate environments training', which equates to going to another country to train in a particular environment, the last week I was stationed in Death Valley, and let me tell you, desert heat and fur do not mix well. Due to my new found aversion to the midday sun, we were only able to do the various training exercises at dusk and dawn, whilst many of them were fun (as much fun as you can have with the sergeant screaming in your ears), I'm still unsure what use abseiling is to me when I can fly, I have a few days to rest before we head out to the alps for winter training. what amazes me is that the governments wanted to keep me a secret, how is that possible when my training grounds are tourist hot spots?
May 11 2012
I got a promotion recently, I'm now listed on the system as Sgt. Hawke, an acronym for the name Heinrich gave me; Hawk Eyes. I kept telling him it sounded like a guy's name, but he chose to ignore me, either way it stuck. The promotion came straight from my XO, claiming that other world or not 'ranks carry respect'. The team are also training me to be able to adapt to any situation, whilst this has mostly been done with various modifications to my weapons, I have been able to play around with a UAV drone I'll be using on the other side, it utilizes solar panels rather than a rocket booster, and is for recon purposes only, I can't use grenades either due to my hooves, so the horses can rest easy knowing I can't bring any explosives. I also finally remembered to ask General Adams what to do if I'm running low on ammo, "mark the location where you arrive, we'll send any supplies you need there".
May 15 2012
for the rest of the month I've been ordered to, get this, 'watch My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic, and find any fanbased opinions of the various characters in it, in order to build psychological profiles of Equestria's citizens' I must have told them a thousand times I might not even drop in on that time period, but the order stands. In fairness the only one who really worries me is Princess Celestia: described frequently as a cross between Glenda the good witch and the subtle ministrations of Albus Dumbledore, the more worrying thing is the secondary personality's the fandom has given her; if when I get to Equestria, I'm speaking with either Celestia or Trollestia, I can deal with it, but Mollestia? I will not be fucked over twice in the name of peace.
June 01 2012
This is it my last journal written on earth, I was given words of encouragement by the various world leaders, couldn't help but notice the dirty looks some were giving each other, just chows how bad the situations gotten in the past four months, I'm making sure now everything is ready, weapons cleaned and holstered, wearing my Kevlar vest, which I'm not sure I really need it in a world with no guns, my bags are packed; five cans of processed vegetable mush, if there is one thing I'll be glad to see the back of it's the crap they call food; three clips for the SCAR-p as we've taken to calling my rifle, five clips for my MP7, two first aid kits, tent and sleeping bag. tomorrow is a big day for me, It is after all, the last day I'll see my home until the job is done.
I have once again gone over this chapter, adding in two more entry's
not really much considered, but the time skips are smaller
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